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Death_Angel | Fri 03-Aug-07 06:36 PM |
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#15416, "[None] Alarith of Faramwood the Impassioned Terror of the Night"
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Alarith of Faramwood the Impassioned Terror of the Night
DescriptionA certain aura of regality surrounds the gaunt-looking man before you. He is tall, certainly over six feet in height, and his features lack the signs of hardship seen in people of more common ancestry. He could be called handsome, was his skin not so very pale, lending him an almost ghostly appearance, combined with his utterly colorless, white hair that hangs on his shoulders. Perhaps signs of faded elven heritage of some kind, as he lacks facial hair and his build is not quite as sturdy as one would expect from a human. The look in his steely gray eyes is stern and determined, complementing his seemingly unyielding posture. As far as clothing goes, he seems to favor lighter sorts of gear, and worn on top of it all is a spacious, nondescript black cloak, as well as an old, yet well cared for black tunic, bearing some kind of an emblem in gold thread, like a triangle drawn in one single curving line.
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Level | 51 | Sex | male | Race | half-drow | Ethos | Orderly | Align | Evil | Class | assassin | Practices | 8 | Trains | 0 | Hometown | Udgaard | Exp | 557300 | To Level | 26000 | Sphere | Passion | Age old, 196 years old (384 hours) | Hit Points | 938 | Mana | 768 | Movement | 1021 | Strength | 17 | Intelligence | 21 | Wisdom | 21 | Dexterity | 24 | Constitution | 12 | Charisma | 18 | Carry # | 0/38 | Carry Weight | 0 lb 0 oz | | | Gold | 14 | Silver | 330 | Copper | 30 | Wimpy | 200 | Morale | Moderate | | | Hitroll | 23 | Damroll | 15 | | |
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Alarith's Role Chapter 3,
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Alarith's Role Chapter 15,
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Alarith's Role Chapter 14,
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Alarith's Role Chapter 13,
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Alarith's Role Chapter 12,
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Alarith's Role Chapter 11,
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Alarith's Role Chapter 10,
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Alarith's Role Chapter 9,
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Alarith's Role Chapter 8,
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Alarith's Role Chapter 7,
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Alarith's Role Chapter 6,
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Alarith's Role Chapter 5,
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Alarith's Role Chapter 4,
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Alarith's Best Set of Equipment,
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Alarith's Role Chapter 2,
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Alarith's Role Chapter 1,
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Alarith's Immortal Comments,
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Alarith's Immortal Comments,
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Alarith's Gank-O-Meter,
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Alarith's PK Statistics,
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Alarith's Skill List,
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Alarith's Title History,
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Death_Angel | Fri 03-Aug-07 06:36 PM |
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#15429, "Alarith's Role Chapter 3"
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RoleChapter 3 The story continues, part 4 Added Thu Feb 1 12:30:34 2007 at level 51:For someone nearly three hundred years old, his father certainly was a dangerous opponent. Alarith's initial plan of waiting for him to make a mistake which he could capitalize on seemed to do little; he simply could not find a flaw in the King's elaborate forms and attacks, and playing defense only resulted in some dangerously close calls. Frantically, he thought back to his countless battles and opponents for inspiration. Something was too familiar about his frightening foresight and ability to counter his plans, as if he was fighting yet another of the damned paladins, basking in the favor of their false gods... yes, that had to be it. His link with the devil that skulked in the shadows, watching, had to grant him infernal insight to his plans. He had to get out of the fiend's view. But how?
If defensive action was not the key, then perhaps lack of defense would help. He lunged at his father, knowing that the attack would be avoided, and purposefully left his flank open. He felt a distant sting of steel cutting his side, but the maelstorm of emotion barely held in check by his training drowned any sensation of pain.
Bringing his arm about, he swiftly slammed the hilt of his dagger into the King's face, finally catching him off guard and sending him stumbling backwards. This was just enough of an opening for Alarith to deliver a kick to his chest, knocking him straight out onto the balcony. He darted in after him, pulling the door shut swiftly, and found Drezarith teetering against the railing, gathering his wits.
"Well done, my son, you seem to have caught on quickly enough... though I did not expect you to almost throw yourself at my blade to take advantage of it!" the King rasped. Alarith could easily tell that out here, in this cramped space and without the devil's unnatural senses helping him out, his father would not stand a chance anymore.
"So, perhaps before one of us dies, you can share with me the source of your power. If you had nothing to aid your pathetic mortal self, you would be dead by now", the older man sneered and thrust his rapier towards Alarith's head clumsily. It took him hardly any effort to avoid the blow and in a swift following motion kick him in the arm, sending his weapon flying far into the night.
It was as if time freezed for that moment. Alarith watched his father stumble back, his guard down, trying to look for the rapier that was cast far outside the balcony. Now, or never.
Images of his mother and Maria flickered through his mind as he swung his dagger about, in the exact same motion as so many years ago, and thrust it with deadly accuracy between his father's ribs, straight into his pitch black heart.
Elation was not the right word to describe the feeling. This was something even greater; his life could have ended at this very second and he would not have cared, since now his work was... finally complete.
"You will never know what all I have sacrificed to gain my revenge, father", Alarith whispered, staring the half-drow in the eye. The King's lips moved yet he made no sound save for a weak gurgle, and he started to collapse. No, he wouldn't lie down so softly after all he has done.
Alarith pulled his dagger away and swiftly wrestled his father over the railing, watching as his dyin
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Death_Angel | Fri 03-Aug-07 06:36 PM |
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#15441, "Alarith's Role Chapter 15"
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RoleChapter 15 Alarith's story, part 1 Added Mon Oct 2 12:17:47 2006 at level 15:Once upon a time, there were three peaceful towns in the foresty lands far northeast of Udgaard, ruled by a kind and wise king and his two dukes.
Unfortunately, these things rarely last forever. Other of the dukes, Drezarith the Half-Blood, was a devious and an ambitious man who somehow turned the armies of the kingdom to his side and seized power. After a short period of turmoil and terror, however, peace returned, as despite the executions of the new king's enemies and precedessors, his iron fisted rule kept things stable, even if lacking in such freedom as before.
Years passed. The king found himself a queen, and she bore him three sons, each several years apart. With him being half dark-elven and her a human their offspring were but quarter-drow, their dark heritage almost diluted away.
The youngest of these sons was named Alarith. It was around his birth when the king started... changing, somehow. He started mysterious magical experiments in the cellars of his keep, seeming only younger, stronger and more cruel as time went on, and the plans he had for Alarith became more convoluted. The elder sons were to take the thrones of the two dukes, but Alarith was to become the head of his Elite Guard, trained as an assassin to eliminate any threats to his rule.
The training was hard, but Alarith did not back down, even if he sometimes hesitated. He had inherited some of the ruthlessness of his father, but tempered by her mother's human blood he did not feel all that good about all the deaths his skills were meant to cause. This did not go unnoticed.
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Death_Angel | Fri 03-Aug-07 06:36 PM |
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#15440, "Alarith's Role Chapter 14"
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RoleChapter 14 Alarith's story, part 2 Added Mon Oct 2 12:18:43 2006 at level 15:"Father. As you have summoned me, I am here. What is it you wish of me?" Alarith asked, standing before the opulent throne, alone in the echoing hall with his father.
"Your training is nearing completion, Alarith. Only a final test of your abilities remains", he smiled unnervingly, sipping from a goblet of red wine. "Tomorrow, at noon, come to me in the dungeon. Come prepared. For now, there is nothing else", he stated and then waved his hand dismissively.
With a slight bow, Alarith left the throne room, half excited and half suspicious. He had not heard of such final tests before, but on the other hand his training would finally end. His thoughts wandered and finally ended up at a certain maid of the castle... his beloved Maria. They had been meeting in secret for months, sharing many dreams and nights of passion, and he wished one day he could ask for her hand in marriage. Strangely, though, she was nowhere to be found this night, and his inquiries were met with no success. Perhaps she had been assigned some urgent task... a pity, since he could have used encouragement tonight.
After a restless night and a busy morning, Alarith descended the stairs to the grim dungeons of the castle where his father's laboratory and the prisons were - prisons which very few ever left after being thrown in. King Drezarith was already waiting for him, standing by the heavy metal-braced door of his lab, with no one else in sight, not even the ordinary dungeon guards. "Ah, always as precise, my son", he chuckled, "it is time for you to begin your final test. Enter." Producing an intricate key, he unlocked the door and lead his son inside.
Alarith had never seen the lab before, it was something his father wouldn't reveal to anyone, though many kinds of... not so pleasant rumors had circulated around. And it was clear many of those rumors had some truth to them; the main room was filled with mysterious magical equipment, arcane tomes, occult drawings and symbols, as well as grim and rusted instruments of torture and death. The door slammed shut behind him, rousing him from his thoughts, and he followed as his father walked to a smaller door on the opposite wall. The king opened it with his keys, and Alarith could feel his heart skip a few beats. Two mangled, bleeding figures hanged on long chains reaching down from the ceiling in the middle of the room. Female figures. "Mother...! MARIA!" he cried, starting to rush to their aid, but he was restrained by the king. "It is useless, Alarith. They will soon die of their wounds... and the most painful poisons that I used to ensure that they would perish. There is only one thing you can do for them. Kill them."
The young man stood still, unable to speak or move, a maelstorm of emotions muddling his thoughts. After a long while, he was able to utter "Father... why?", powerlessly clenching his fists. "Because sacrifices are necessary for excellence. Do your work" was Drezarith's cold reply.
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Death_Angel | Fri 03-Aug-07 06:36 PM |
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#15439, "Alarith's Role Chapter 13"
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RoleChapter 13 Alarith's story, part 3 Added Mon Oct 2 12:19:39 2006 at level 15:Every second felt like an hour. Alarith pulled his royal dagger from its sheath inside his tunic. His hands shook in pace with his heartbeats when he approached the women who were barely conscious. Burning rage and smothering sorrow fought within him; on one hand he wanted to turn around and drive the dagger through his father's heart... but that would only prolong the suffering of the only people he loved. "A... Alarith... don't..." his mother whispered, blood dripping from her mouth. He closed his eyes and unerringly thrust the ornate dagger, precisely piercing between the woman's ribs and her heart, getting a faint gasp from her. "I am sorry, Mother... I am so sorry", he mumbled, waiting a good while before extracting the blade. All the while he could feel the king's gaze on his back, and his anger was starting to overcome the sorrow. He turned to his beloved Maria, and had to close his eyes again. The sight of her on the brink of death, unable to do anything, was too much to behold. "...do it... please...", the young woman whimpered. "I can't... I can't!" Alarith howled, grasping at his temples with his bloodied hands, "You can not ask of me to do this, Father!" "You heard her yourself, my son. She wishes to be set free of her agony. Surely you wouldn't deny that from her?" the king said calmly, simply shrugging off Alarith's pain.
Trembling with suppressed emotion, the prince finally opened his eyes and looked upon his betrothed. "...please... I love you Alarith... end this..." she moaned, and it was the only thing he could take to hear. He flinched, lifted his dagger, and again with trained precision struck her through the heart. "...I love you, Maria, this is it not how it was supposed to be." Her eyes widened, pupils dilated... and Alarith did not pull the dagger until she stopped breathing, never turning his gaze away. "Excellent. You may take a moment to contemplate, then meet me in the throne room", the king announced, and simply walked off, leaving the torn youngling alone with all the love he had in his life. Never before had the rumors that his father had some kind of a pact with demons, devils, or other creatures of the Night... or that he was one of them himself, had rang more true.
Alarith stormed into the throne room, where his father once again was enjoying some wine as if nothing had happened. "You are a monster", he hissed, hands still bloody and stopped before the throne, barely restraining himself from trying to throttle his father. "I am a man, and such is the way of men", the king laughed, "and you are at the end of your basic training. Congratulations, Alarith."
"How dare you! Were my mother and... and... Maria nothing but expendable resources for you?" "Very valuable resources, as it was required to push you to the next step."
"You are mistaken if you believe I will remain at your side, Father. I will... have vengance for my mother and Maria on you..."
"Hah! Do you believe that you could defeat ME in battle?"
"...no, not today. But one day, I will come for you, Father, and I will make you pay for your sins."
"Promising. Then go. You are hereby exiled from the kingdom of Faramwood, until you have what it takes to fulfill your pledge."
Taken aback by his father's
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Death_Angel | Fri 03-Aug-07 06:36 PM |
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#15438, "Alarith's Role Chapter 12"
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RoleChapter 12 (Alarith in a nutshell) Added Mon Oct 2 12:20:22 2006 at level 15:(Here's a few details about the character that may or may not be obvious from the rest of the role.)
Alarith is a very determined man: when he has gotten himself into something, he isn't one to back down until a resolution of some kind is reached. As it is now, his determination is directed mostly towards one single goal: to become powerful and skilled enough to face his fiendish father and destroy him in battle. Even if his goal is fueled by his emotions, his approach to it is guided by his well-learned precision and wits.
Even though in his own words he is "ready to commit any sin necessary, as none can be as great as what his father has done" and he regards life mostly as a cursed, painful existence, he still dislikes lying and betrayal. This obviously does not include secrecy, stealth and subterfuge.
The only belongings he carries with him are his royal tunic marking him as a Prince of Faramwood, and the very dagger he used to slay his mother and beloved which he has taken to calling "Broken Dreams" (and which he poisons and uses, if he has need for poison daggers; obviously he wouldn't give it away to someone else).
Not the most talkative type, Alarith usually uses polite and "noble" words when he does speak.
Being a quarter-drow, he could pass for a human if not for the traces of elven beauty in his form and his odd combination of skin and hair hues.
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Death_Angel | Fri 03-Aug-07 06:36 PM |
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#15436, "Alarith's Role Chapter 10"
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RoleChapter 10 Alarith's journal, entry 2 Added Wed Oct 18 18:14:06 2006 at level 36:"...finally, I have started to understand the secrets of the death strike, yet there is still much to learn. The simple, precise elegance of a successfully executed one is in a way a beautiful thing to behold. Not many years ago, I wouldn't even have dreamed of such power in my hands..."
"...Meeting again with the Lady of the Night, she has granted me a boon of fearsome nature. Whatever power of the Abyss, the Night or plain sorcery Father posesses, I am now more ready to answer it with my own, as I have slipped even further into the shadow, and the shadows have slipped into me. I feel the chill in my bones, yet it only strengthens me. The scent of blood entices me, yet it feels only... normal. To the outside, I still look mostly as I always have, as long as I do not laugh too openly..."
"...wherever your soul dwells, dear Maria, I pray that you need not see everything I have done and have become in your name."
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Death_Angel | Fri 03-Aug-07 06:36 PM |
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#15435, "Alarith's Role Chapter 9"
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RoleChapter 9 Journal, entry 3 Added Wed Nov 1 13:30:12 2006 at level 38:"...And now, there are these Nexans. Even if their efforts may have been brave and for the good of the world as they managed to somehow stabilize those chaotic incursions, they now seem nothing more than a roving band of backstabbing fools and turncoats. How quickly their nobility degrades, too. If it wasn't only that, but they must pry into everything and interfere. I must stay wary for them."
"...I am another few steps closer to my vengeance. Not long ago, I crushed the head of a foolish Nexan gnome with my bare hands, striking at the perfect moment not only breaking her neck, but slamming her lifeless skull against the rocks. It pleases me to see work well done, but this is no time to stop."
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Death_Angel | Fri 03-Aug-07 06:36 PM |
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#15434, "Alarith's Role Chapter 8"
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RoleChapter 8 Journal, entry 4 Added Fri Dec 8 17:31:19 2006 at level 42:"...More and more often, as I spill and taste the blood of those daring to cross my path, I forget the horrid emptiness within me for a fleeting moment. What replaces it instead is a strange sense of exhilaration, like a hunger one did not know of being sated. Alas, it does not last for long, and with its passing it brings only a craving for more. And in all its gruesomeness, this barely even bothers me any longer. Why should it, even, as I succumbed to the darkness willingly and it welcomed me, making me more than I ever could have been before."
"...I feel nearly ready for the final battle, now. Some nuances still wait to be discovered, but soon, very soon, the time to truly use them is at hand. Not a day passes, Father, without me thinking about just how excruciating I can make your death."
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Death_Angel | Fri 03-Aug-07 06:36 PM |
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#15433, "Alarith's Role Chapter 7"
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RoleChapter 7 Journal, entry 5 Added Sat Jan 6 14:46:22 2007 at level 47:"I know you are waiting, Father. I wait too. So soon, so soon I will come for you, and then vengeance shall be mine. Whatever will become of me after that, I care not. I will have so much time to think about that, when I draw the life out of your cursed form with the very dagger you made me to use on that fateful day. The dagger that shares the same cursed existence that I do, bound by hate to accomplish its one true task... it does certainly seem that my presence has had an affect on the once ordinary weapon.
Then again, I no longer am an ordinary man. I am a monster... one even stronger than you could hope to be, Father. I will see that"
The words end abruptly and the page is ruined and torn, as if it was ripped by a pen pressed down all too hard.
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Death_Angel | Fri 03-Aug-07 06:36 PM |
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#15432, "Alarith's Role Chapter 6"
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RoleChapter 6 The story continues, part 1 Added Thu Feb 1 12:27:49 2007 at level 51:Once again, the walls of the castle of East Faramwood rose before Alarith. What had it been... a hundred and twenty years? Generations, for these villagers, none of which he recognized, and none of which recognized him as he had arrived through the lands, stopping only briefly to inquire about local happenings.
Things were not too well, he had learned, with poor harvests and harsh winters plaguing the lands. The dukes of West and North Faramwood, his brothers, had died years ago and the king had become even more reclusive and... strange, even if that was not quite the word the peasants dared to use.
None of that was important, however, as the moment of his vengeance finally drew close. Infiltrating the castle proved almost too simple; after nightfall, the gates were guarded only by one half-wit of a guard, not quite the likes he would have believed his father to employ, and silencing him bloodlessly did not take long. In the empty darkness of the courtyard, he faced a bigger riddle: where to find his father? The castle was large, and he couldn't scour it in entirety without running into more guards sooner or later... and the quicker this would be over with, the better.
He stood in the shadows of the wall, contemplating. He would have to start somewhere, and the chilly north wind was pushing him towards the south wall... and the south spire, also known as the clock tower. It rose above the town square of East Faramwood, and on the highest floor, above the massive clock, was one of the chambers in private use of his father, he recalled. As good a place to check first as any.
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Death_Angel | Fri 03-Aug-07 06:36 PM |
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#15431, "Alarith's Role Chapter 5"
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RoleChapter 5 The story continues, part 2 Added Thu Feb 1 12:28:35 2007 at level 51:A few minutes and a countless steps later, he was in the engine room of the clock tower. He stopped his silent advance, listening to the steady, loud ticking of the mechanism. It was almost midnight, such a poetic moment for the final battle.
With a deep breath, he continued on and silently slinked up to the last floor. The room was illuminated by a few candles, flickering in a breeze blowing in through a door left wide open, leading to a narrow balcony. Out there, against the pale light of a waning moon, he saw a figure... an all too familiar one.
He started slightly as the bell of the tower started tolling midnight. This was no time to lose focus like so, he scolded himself, and reached for his dagger. The figure twirled around abruptly and stepped inside, into full view. Alarith froze in spot.
"Well met, my son. It has been quite some time", the King intoned, his piercing gaze still as unnerving as so many years ago. In fact, everything about him was exactly like Alarith remembered, it was as if he had not aged even a bit. Something about this shook Alarith's confidence and he felt all the elaborate plans he had been weaving together during his journey slip from his grasp.
Ten, eleven, twelve tolls... thirteen? Either he counted wrong, or the clock actually struck thirteen hours. He struggled to shake the surreal sensation from his mind.
"Father. I have come for you, as I promised."
"Yes, yes, you were always a man of your word, I expected nothing less. I trust your exile has treated you well", the King chuckled, eyeing the gaunt form of his son. "I can feel it. The dark power hiding within you, lurking, waiting to be unleashed... excellent. You've made good use of your time."
Alarith gnashed his teeth quietly, feeling the hatred burning away the doubt and uncertainty brought by the failure of his surprise entrance. "I did not come here to exchange idle banter. Before I kill you, I want to know something... why?"
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Death_Angel | Fri 03-Aug-07 06:36 PM |
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#15430, "Alarith's Role Chapter 4"
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RoleChapter 4 The story continues, part 3 Added Thu Feb 1 12:29:29 2007 at level 51:"Why? Hah! You ask that, yet you already know the answer!" the half-drow cackled, tossing aside his heavy, regal cloak. "It seems to me you haven't made the optimal choice of returning here to join me, so I assume this will come to blows sooner or later... allow me to stall for but a moment and explain things in greater detail first", he continued, drawing a long, slender rapier from its sheath, keeping it at ready. He seemed to be looking at something... behind...
Alarith twirled about, brandishing his cursed dagger, and found himself facing a hideous monster, reminiscent of the thri-kreen of Araile. "Allow me to introduce yourself to Ithaxlil of the Abyss, my faithful servant and bell-ringer, among other things, for the last few decades", Drezarith said, and the devil chittered in response but offered no words. "You see, we made a deal, long time ago, but it seems we both tricked each other... and we both ended up being stuck here, with not quite what we wanted. Certainly I gained fierce power and longevity, but here I am, unable to leave my source of power behind, and here he is, bound by our agreement until I see fit to fill the one last stipulation", the King continued. As the devil did not seem immediately hostile, Alarith allowed his attention to return to his father. "I knew you were... bargaining with something, father. And so did many others."
"Little difference did it make. But I suppose I did not answer your question in full yet. Why did I have you kill your mother and that tramp, what was her name..." Drezarith taunted him with a smirk on his face. Alarith barely could hold himself back, attempting to focus all the hatred for that single, final deathblow instead of letting it loose too early. His blood had not felt this hot since the fateful bite of the Dread Lady.
"They had to die, because you were far more important. Consider love a raw material, like ore, that one must smelt and forge into hatred and rage to be able to use it as a weapon. That is what I have done for you, and as far as I can tell, my plan has been a fair success."
Alarith could not think of anything to say. He just trembled silently between the devil and his father.
"You see, when I thought this little plan up, I was already aware of my... stalemate with Ithaxlil, and you were by far stronger than your brothers, so I decided to grant you this fantastic opportunity to become even stronger than I, and most of all, unbound by these cursed lands. I needed someone to do what I could not."
"So this all... was a gift?" Alarith asked, clenching the dagger tightly in his hand. "A gift, so that your tormented soul would know, even as it writhes in Hell, that your bloodline lives on?"
"Something like that, yes. Of course, you still don't seem to appreciate it like you should, but perhaps one day you will. Now then, shall we? Ithaxlil won't interfere on us in any manner other than through his infernal powers vested within me. We will find out if your secrets are a match to his!" the King exclaimed, lifting his rapier.
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Death_Angel | Fri 03-Aug-07 06:36 PM |
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#15428, "Alarith's Role Chapter 2"
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RoleChapter 2 The story continues, part 5 (last one, honest) Added Thu Feb 1 12:31:40 2007 at level 51:His glee was interrupted by the door opening behind him. That devil. He twirled around, cleching his bloodied dagger. After all this, one devil would not be much to face. But Ithaxlil stayed at the door, not making any threatening moves.
"I should thank you, son of Drezarith", it chittered. "As you have defeated your father, you have also freed me from having to feed him with my power."
"Spare your thanks for one who cares to hear them, devil", Alarith growled, staying at ready to strike at the fiend if necessary.
Ithaxlil seemed more amused than offended, and it chirped to itself, as if laughing. "Of course. It is a pity, the only soul I could claim from this deal was your father's. All the other beings we feasted upon only lost their lives, with their souls forever bound to haunt this cursed place. You should consider that before you sit upon your throne, Lord of Faramwood", the insectoid creature hissed. "But I can assure you, their endless wandering in these cold halls won't be anything compared to the agony your father will enjoy when I consume his spirit, if that is any relief to you."
"Begone already!" Alarith bellowed, barely even listening to the fiend's snide words. Something about the parts he did listen to, however, immediately started troubling him.
The devil made a mocking bow and said "As you wish, Lord Alarith. May we never meet again", before vanishing into the shadows of the chamber.
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There is not much to say of what happened after that. Alarith left the castle as quietly as he had arrived, and no one in Faramwood would ever know what happened to their wicked king that night... anyone alive, at least.
He didn't care who would rise to claim the throne, as his business here was done. But the devil's words still haunted his mind. Naturally, it had said those things for the sole purpose of disturbing him, but what if it wasn't just lying for its own amusement?
What if the force that had claimed the lives of his beloved ones had left their souls trapped in the fetid dungeons forever?
Right now, he was not ready to face that possibility.
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Death_Angel | Fri 03-Aug-07 06:36 PM |
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#15427, "Alarith's Role Chapter 1"
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RoleChapter 1 Journal, entry 6 Added Mon Mar 5 12:09:20 2007 at level 51:"It has been a long time since I last wrote anything upon this journal. Years, in fact... not after that day I gained my vengeance. Since there are still empty pages left, perhaps it is time to fill them out.
It is strange how one can live, train and fight for one single moment somewhere in the distant future, and when that moment passes, what is left? Somehow, I never thought that I would live beyond that day, that I would no longer have that unwavering goal to aim for, and getting used to that was not easy at first. I barely recall the few weeks, even months after that day, as I must have spent them mostly in a drunken stupor, a thoughtless trance of idleness. But then, I could no longer push the words of that fiend out of my mind.
If you still are chained to the damp dungeons of that castle, my dear Maria and mother, then there is no time to rest. I will find a way to either release you... or join you, whether in your eternal curse or the Netherworld, even if I must go through the aeons of torment I have earned with my deeds. However, having to wait such a time... it would be better to think of another approach.
Although my adventures through old towers and tunnels have not proven very helpful in finding a way to release haunted spririts, or even communicate with them, I have not lost hope of finding such a way..."
"...without the single driving goal behind my every action, I certainly have had time to think of many things. Such as myself.
A dagger, forged in white-hot fires, sharpened to a deadly edge, and made to dispatch a single foe; that is what I am. A tool of death. What I could have been no longer matters, as this is my fate and this I have learned to accept and even cherish. But one thing I will not accept is limiting myself to that single foe. I will not be put on a mantlepiece afterwards and spoken of only in tales of past glory, but I find myself wanting more. More blood and victims, more fearful whispers among the crowds. It is ironic that I should play everything out like you hoped I would, Father... that I would surpass your power and be unchained by mistakes like yours, carrying on your cursed blood in my veins.
I wish you were not dead, sometimes, so that I might kill you again."
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Death_Angel | Fri 03-Aug-07 06:36 PM |
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#15424, "Alarith's Gank-O-Meter"
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PK Gank-O-MeterPK Gank-O-MeterTotal PK Wins   | 104 | Total PK Assists   | 4 | Average Group Size Per Kill   | 1.06 |
Death's Gank-O-Meter says: Solo-Killer Average Group Size Per Death   | 1.22 |
Death's Ganked-O-Meter says: Murdered By The Self-Reliant
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Death_Angel | Fri 03-Aug-07 06:36 PM |
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#15423, "Alarith's PK Statistics"
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PK StatisticsPK StatisticsTotal PK Wins   | 104 (25 at level 51) | Total PK Losses   | 9 | Total Mob Deaths   | 9 | # of Assassinations   | 34 |
PK Wins by Class | VS. transmuter   | 5 | VS. thief   | 1 | VS. warrior   | 25 | VS. paladin   | 11 | VS. anti-paladin   | 4 | VS. assassin   | 10 | VS. ranger   | 25 | VS. invoker   | 6 | VS. bard   | 4 | VS. shaman   | 4 | VS. healer   | 1 | VS. druid   | 1 | VS. shapeshifter   | 7 |
PK Wins by Cabal | VS. None   | 48 | VS. FORTRESS   | 29 | VS. OUTLANDER   | 11 | VS. BATTLE   | 2 | VS. HERALD   | 3 | VS. EMPIRE   | 1 | VS. SCION   | 2 | VS. NEXUS   | 7 | VS. TRIBUNAL   | 1 |
PK Wins by Align | VS. Good   | 64 | VS. Neutral   | 22 | VS. Evil   | 18 |
PK Deaths by Class | VS. paladin   | 3 | VS. anti-paladin   | 1 | VS. assassin   | 1 | VS. ranger   | 2 | VS. invoker   | 1 | VS. berserker   | 1 |
PK Deaths by Cabal | VS. None   | 3 | VS. FORTRESS   | 4 | VS. OUTLANDER   | 2 |
PK Deaths by Align | VS. Good   | 5 | VS. Neutral   | 2 | VS. Evil   | 2 |
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Death_Angel | Fri 03-Aug-07 06:36 PM |
Member since 20th Sep 2024
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#15418, "Alarith's Statistics"
In response to Reply #0
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StatisticsExperience BreakdownExperience from Cabal raiding | 0 | Experience from Skill improvements | 22143 | Experience from Exploration | 14600 | Experience from Quests | 24758 | Experience from Commerce | 18325 |
Adventuring StatisticsCharacter Created   | Sat Sep 30 12:51:31 2006
| Quests Completed   | 26 | Exploration Points Found   | 44 | Bonus Experience from Immortals   | 14100 | (WANTED) Criminal   | 0 times | Hours spent at Hero   | 90 hours | % of lifetime in the wilderness   | 19 % | % of lifetime in the cities   | 15 % | % of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star   | 9 % |
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